03-02-2009, 01:09 PM
Willow's face fell as Svara spoke sharply to her, then her ears pricked forward indignantly. "I no speak gib'rish. I talk good! An' I no talk muh-mean to Coli either!" Her face in a frown, she moved back towards her big sister. She wasn't afraid of the red wolf with the mean eyes, she just wanted it to be clear where her loyalties laid.
Willow was a good girl, and fiercely loyal to those she loved. She got that from her mother, Deuce.
((Ugh, brain dead. Sorry. You can hit me with Svara's shovel if you want. LOL))
Willow was a good girl, and fiercely loyal to those she loved. She got that from her mother, Deuce.
((Ugh, brain dead. Sorry. You can hit me with Svara's shovel if you want. LOL))